Eliot looks through the photos critically, taking them all in, and judging. His lips purse at the picture of the bikini-top clad blond (Prompto's girlfriend, it looks like, except he's said he 'never'), his head cocks to one side for the big brunet who always seems to have a bared chest, eyes narrow a little bit at the goth kid, and he wonders which one is the king. He's guessing the one who actually wears a suit - though he's certainly not as good looking as Prompto claims. None of them are. Certainly they're attractive (well, except maybe for the goth, he's really not Eliot's type), but not insanely beautiful, at least not compared to the gunner's who's also excessively easy on the eyes.

But some of these are really, really good, and the magician can appreciate that. Not only is the scenery majestic, but the way Prompto has framed the shots plays to all that natural beauty, of his human and non-human subjects. Hmm.

Ugh, though, that snake thing is fucking creepy.

"You're good."